From the top of Corcovado, Rio seems to fit in a single hand. Lower down, in the heat of the favelas or in the jungle, the men and women forgotten by God all have the same essence of life; they are guided by the fever of a quest... For some, love; for others, pleasure or the rage to live; but for most, it is the madness of gold, which reflects the soul of the one who knows how to seize it. In the depths of their eyes, even the darkest ones, an obsession shines. NOTES: Pink Berries, Black Pepper, Vanilla, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Jamaican Rum.